?Chapter 169: Chapter 169 We are together now   Chapter 169: Chapter 169 We are together now                                   Due to the crew’s consecutive seven days of rest, the uing filming tasks were very heavy, and today, everyone was so busy they were on their feet all day long.


    By the time Fu Han finished processing today’s footage, it was almost midnight. Exhausted in body and mind, she returned to the hotel, with only one thought in her head—to take a quick shower and go to sleep.


    As for why Luo Qinghe had disappeared and then suddenly showed up on the set, she had already pushed that to the back of her mind, with no mood left to ponder over it.


    After exiting the elevator, the dim light in the hallway plunged her vision into darkness for a moment. Once her eyes adjusted, she saw Bai Wei waiting at her door.


    Upon hearing someone approach, Bai Wei immediately turned around and, calling out Fu Han’s name, ran over to give her a big hug.


    “What’s going on?” Fu Han asked curiously, sensing Bai Wei’s jovial mood, which unwittingly influenced her as well.


    “We’re together, Fu Han, we’re together now.” Bai Wei released Fu Han and excitedly spun around on the spot. Although in her twenties, she acted with the exuberance of a teenager.


    “Really?” Fu Han was genuinely happy for her, but within that happiness was an odd sensation… It all seemed off, given that this morning Bai Wei was so upset she nearly cried her heart out.


    “It’s true, it’s really true.” Bai Wei pulled out her phone, turned on the gallery, and showed Fu Han a photo of her and Luo Qinghe with their heads together, and another with their hands intertwined.


    Thispletely settled Fu Han’s heart, and she sincerely said, “Bai Wei, congrattions on waiting till the clouds dispersed to see the bright moon. I hope you and Luo Qinghe willst a long time and have a smooth journey together.”


    “Thank you. When we get married, you’ll be my bridesmaid, okay?” Bai Wei, holding her face, was already daydreaming about their wedding, her face bearing the smile found only on a woman deep in love.


    Fu Han replied with a sly smile, teasingly saying, “Why are you so sure you’ll get married before me?”


    “Oh, right…” Bai Wei furrowed her delicate brows and twiddled her fingers, contemting seriously before saying, “You and He Xing are in a stable rtionship; it’s indeed possible you’ll marry before us. How about this—if you get married first, I’ll be your bridesmaid. If I get married first, you’ll be mine.”


    Upon hearing the name “He Xing,” Fu Han’s heartbeat skipped. It was a name she would miss even if she stopped breathing, and also the one she had forced herself not to think about all day.


    She managed a slight smile, striving to appear calm, “I probably won’t be getting married anytime soon, so you go for it. Aim to make me your bridesmaid; I’ve never been one before.”


    After some more lighthearted banter, Fu Han excused herself for being too tired and “shooed” Bai Wei away.


    It was almost one o’clock, and Fu Hany in bed unable to fall asleep. Unwittingly, she reached for the phone under her pillow, which disyed an unread message.


    It was from He Xing: “Xiaohan, I’ve finished work for today and am off to sleep. In a couple of days, I’lle to see you. Missing you, Xing.”


    He Xing had sent her many messages today, all very ordinary, as mundane as ifst night’s incident hadn’t happened, with the usual affectionate tone.


    But this was precisely what irritated Fu Han. If they had fought, why act as if nothing had happened?


    Agitated, she stuffed her phone back under the pillow. The anger inside her was like leaves growing silently in the night, unseen and intangible.


    Fu Han knew she had to sleep. Last night she had almost gone without any sleep at all. If she didn’t sleep tonight, her body wouldn’t cope, and how would she manage tomorrow’s shoot?


    She forced herself not to think about He Xing and shut her eyes, silently counting in her mind, “One sheep, two sheep, three sheep…”


    …


    Hope Returns filming location.


    During a break in the shooting, Luo Qinghe sat in his spot with his phone open to a game, ready to y as usual.


    Right then, Su Cheng approached him, “Brother Qinghe, do you have a moment to chat?”


    “Of course.” Luo Qinghe’s phone screen went dark, and he indicated the seat beside him, “Shall we talk here, or find another ce?”


    “Let’s go somewhere else,” Su Cheng said before leading the way outside.


    As Luo Qinghe stood up, he locked eyes with Bai Wei and nodded before following Su Cheng out.


    The area outside the Photography Studio was spacious, with mountains in the distance. Unlikest year, hints of green were now visible on the mountains, branches beginning to sprout buds, and young grass poking through the soil, as spring was nearing.


    Not far from where they stood was a river, its water murmuring down the stream, a clear and pleasant sound that soothed the soul.


    When Su Cheng came out, he brought his camera, took a few shots, reviewed them carefully, and his lips curled into a satisfied smile, clearly pleased with the pictures he’d just taken.


    He waited patiently nearby, never rushing Luo Qinghe as he took his photos.


    When the cigarette in Luo Qinghe’s hand was nearly finished, Su Cheng finally turned back to him, “Brother Qinghe, I… heard about the situation with your family.”


    Luo Qinghe hummed in response and flicked his cigarette to the ground, aimlessly kicking stones, “So, what do you want to say?”


    Su Cheng sighed deeply but slowly began, “Brother Qinghe, my mother told me to keep an eye on you, to not let you act recklessly. This… this must be something your mother entrusted.”


    “I see,” Luo Qinghe said, bending to pick up a pebble and throwing it hard into the river.


    The small stone caused ripples and a ssh in the water, but soon enough, it was swallowed by the flow, and the river returned to its calm state as if nothing had happened.


    Su Cheng watched where the stone had fallen and closed his mouth that had opened.


    Luo Qinghe bent down again, grabbed a handful of stones, and vented his feelings by throwing them all into the river, creating plopping sounds as they hit the water.


    “Many say people like us are born with a golden spoon, living a life of silk and riches from the start. But who knows about the shackles ced on us since childhood, who understands that even drinking and eating aren’t freedoms we possess?”


    His words rippled momentarily like the water, then dissipated into silence.


    Su Cheng sighed, his heart heavy with thoughts, unsure of what to say next.


    “Maybe I’m a joke in your eyes. I am from the Li Family, yet I bear my mother’s surname.” Luo Qinghe spoke again, “I don’t need to inherit the family business, but I carry all of my mother’s hopes. My childhood was even more miserable than my brother’s. Yes, miserable because I couldn’t afford not to excel.”